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Reading how we fucking buttraped bluetuba during round 2 gives me a fuzzy feeling. God I remember that saturday(?) TiG organised us to start from 12-X a clock, was the best time in my life (sad to say :P )
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I can taste your fear, human. It is a tangible thing. I can run my fingers over it and drink deep of its sickly aroma. If this terror is the food of hatred, let me feast upon it and in the feasting destroy you utterly.
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